When one lives in a society where people can no longer rely on the institutions to tell them the truth, the truth must come from culture and art.
We have but one permanent home: heaven – that’s still the old truth that we always have to re-learn – and it’s only through the impact of sad experiences that we assimilate it.
If you cannot find the truth within yourself, where else do you expect to find it?
Truth and mercy require the exertion – never the suppression, of man’s noble rights and powers.
I’m fascinated with the stories that we tell. Real histories become fantasies and fairy tales, morality tales and fables. There’s something interesting and funny and perverse about the way fairytale sometimes passes for history, for truth.
All truth is not to be told at all times.
It is a universal truth that the loss of liberty at home is to be charged to the provisions against danger, real or pretended, from abroad.
I love new places, new people, new ideas. I love cultural differences, and I’m fascinated by the truth – all the different versions of it.
You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.
Truth is a great flirt.
Truth, like a torch, the more it’s shook it shines.
To have the truth in your possession you can be found guilty, sentenced to death.
Unemployment is sky-rocketing; deflation is in our future for the first time since the Great Depression. I don’t care whose fault it is, it’s the truth.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
I learned a long time ago that some people would rather die than forgive. It’s a strange truth, but forgiveness is a painful and difficult process. It’s not something that happens overnight. It’s an evolution of the heart.
The truth doesn’t lie. It’s up in your face. It’s in your conscience. It challenges your very being with the intention of cleaning you of sin and its influence.
Every great discovery I ever made, I gambled that the truth was there, and then I acted in faith until I could prove its existence.
I hope that people will say that ‘she told the truth, she told her truth, she wasn’t afraid to live her truth, and she wasn’t afraid to live her truth out loud.’ That’s what I want my legacy to look like.
In all science, error precedes the truth, and it is better it should go first than last.
I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.
The thing you fear most has no power. Your fear of it is what has the power. Facing the truth really will set you free.
There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange.
The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.
Truth, according to the Christian faith, is God’s love for us in Jesus Christ. Therefore, truth is a relationship.
Truth is exact correspondence with reality.
